Title: Almost Nice
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character: Black Star x Maka
Theme #: 04. Peace
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, it's characters, or this prompt list. They belong to Atsushi Okubo and 42_souls, respectively.
Warning: No plot. =D
A/N: This pairing needs more love! D: Sure, Soul x Maka is my favorite Maka pairing, and Black Star x Tsubaki comes close second as overall favorite, but it's no fun without crack! sometimes! Ne? Ne?
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The morning was as normal as any other. The sun shone brightly, the sky was a pretty shade of blue, and breakfast was made perfectly. Everythingwas peaceful, everything was calm. She couldn't have asked for anything better.
"Oi! Maka! Hurry up with that food, would ya?! A God is starving over here!!"
Oh yes. That morning would've been much, much better if he wasn't there.
Maka's eye twitched, her grip on the plate of food originally made for two people tightening. While she didn't mind cooking, she did mind feeding a certain ungrateful, immature, loud-mouthed technician.
Yet, for the sake of her good friend Tsubaki, she bit her lip and served everyone breakfast, being mindful of slamming Black Star's plate in front of him. Not that he noticed anyways; he was already gulping down the food as though he were a vacuum of some sorts. With a disgusted sigh, she set the last two plates in front of their designated person before sitting in front of her own, eyes set in a fixed glare to the one gulping down and being unappreciative of her food.
"Maka-chan, this is really delicious!" Tsubaki exclaimed with a smile, eating delicately and actually appreciating her cooking, unlike her rowdy, blue-haired partner.
"Thank you!" Maka beamed, "It's nice to hear opinions from outside the house once in a while!"
"Hey, what is that supposed to mean?" The white-haired weapon mumbled in between chewing a piece of a fluffy, yellow omelet. "Is my opinion not good enough?"
"It's not like that!" She defended, pausing to bite into a piece of unagi. "If I just had your opinion all the time, then I wouldn't know what I'd have to get better on!"
"Ya know, if you want to get better you can start by not burning the sausage next time!"
Her eye twitched.
She didn't need his opinion.
"B-Black Star! That's not true!" Tsubaki rushed in quick to stop the oncoming fight at the beginning. "Maka's sausages taste really good! They are not burnt!" The demon-weapon waved her arms frantically, not wanting her two friends to fight.
"It's alright, Tsubaki. I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time." Maka growled through clenched teeth, each word seething with anger.
"Good! While you're at it, make sure the rice is more fluffy! And use some seasoning in the omelet! It tastes bland!"
Five seconds passed.
And then, a distinct, echoing crash accompanied by high-pitched yelps.
Black Star would be bruised for quite a while.
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Maka sighed tiredly. Dealing with test after test, and even a mission left her exhausted and just wanting to rest for the remainder of the day - which was exactly what she planned to do had not she been dragged to a party that she had completely forgotten about.
She leaned against the balcony, staring at the insides of the grand room. Soul was off garnering nosebleeds after Blair had shown up, Kid was setting the entire room so that it would be symmetrical while Liz and Patty went from eating to dancing to eating again. Tsubaki was cleaning after the mess that Black Star had made while devouring the buffet table, and Black Star was...
Her eyes scanned the room.
Black Star was nowhere to be found.
Maka blinked. No wonder why it was so calm and on a normal noise-level. The loud technician wasn't even in the room. She blinked again, before turning to look at the dark, star-lit sky. He was probably in the bathroom throwing up all that food he consumed or something. Not that she cared, seeing as her food was so horrible. Who would blame him, wanting to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth by eating the nicely-made, high-class, catered food available?
Her fist clenched. If he wanted something that tasted good, he could've at least gave prior warning to his appearance. But of course, he always had to show up with a bang, leaving her unprepared. If she had known, then she'd have tried a different recipe, instead of just adding more ingredients to the one she was making. She wouldn't have been trying to measure everything perfectly so that he could get slightly more than everyone else, leading her to take her eyes off the sausage and burning it. She wouldn't have forgotten that only Soul didn't like seasoning, and that he liked food blasting with flavor and spice and-
"Oi. Maka."
She snapped out of her thoughts, turning around quickly to find the cause of all her internal problems, with a hand scratching behind his head in a...nervous manner? She composed herself, fixing a glare on him.
"Yes? Do you need something?"
His teal eyes moved from her to the side; it was the first time she had seen him look so...shy.
"I just wanted to tell you that the food was good...you don't have to change it or anything like that."
Maka stared, mouth open slightly in amazement. Was the self-centered, inconsiderate, insensitive Black Star being...apologetic?
The half a second of silence in that moment was all that was offered before a bright smile appeared on the ninja's face.
"But next time I come over, make sure you make more stuff! Gods can't survive on such little food!"
Twitch.
A book flew through the air, hitting him square in the face.
"IDIOT!"
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